Post by Akira Nakajima on Jan 3, 2014 2:39:45 GMT -5
Name: Akira Nakajima; also has gone by Aki, Ran, and Nakajimin in the past
Age: Seventeen
Date of Birth: March 13th
Birthplace: Aoyama, Tokyo; Japan
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Face Claim: Kirito – Sword Art Online; Gun Gale Online Arc
Appearance:
Height: 5'1
Distinguishing Features: (If you chose to simply post a picture for Appearance, then list anything that isn't shown in the picture here. Things like scars or piercings. If you typed out a full description, then feel free to skip this one.)
Class: Personie User
Arcana: The Tower
Occupation: Student council president. High school level, of course.
Weapons and Proficiencies (Optional): Akira is fairly fit due to routine exercise. Because of this, he has plenty of endurance. What he lacks is muscle mass for power outfit. What he lacks in direct strength, though, he makes up for with that endurance and with his brain. He's dabbled in Karate, Judo, and Tae Kwon Do. He never got too far in any, but he knows the basics of these styles, as well as a few he's watched documentaries on. So, while he doesn't carry a weapon, his body can be considered a weapon.
A lack of strength is nothing in a fight, after all. With enough skill and persistence, even the mightiest foes can fall, right? Using his body, he can inflict strike damage.
Personality: Akira is a fairly simple person to understand on the surface. He has a moral code, the courage and will to adhere to and act upon it, and the patience to cooperate and compromise with others when an immediate solution is not available. He's very open to others, willing to include others in social gatherings, and has a natural sort of charisma because of his warm outer self.
It's no secret, though, that he can be highly vindictive. He's forgiving of those that are truly repentant, but those that cry crocodile tears, or those that repeat the offense without any care or hesitation get exposed to a devil. Once he's on the offensive, he can be cruel and heartless, not letting up until just desserts are served. And eaten. Other than that, he can be somewhat impulsive, and, at other times, overly meticulous to the point of obsessiveness.
But his biggest vice is one of the Seven Sins. Lust. Perversion. He's beyond what the ordinary high school boy would be like. Panties? Nice, sure. “Accidental” grope? Formulaic execution. No, these things are just slight amusements. Akira delights in forbidden, obscure, or otherwise strange perversions. But nobody would think that, seeing his face. Nobody would expect that, given his cheery and warm personality. After all, someone that open-minded and accepting of others must be a good person, right? There's no way he's imagining you in some risque situation with accessories you'd never think of touching, right?
Sure, keep thinking that.
Likes:
+Numerous fetishes
+Playing the part of the straight man
+Fizzy drinks
+Crossdressing (On occasion)
+His family
Dislikes:
- “Fucking Casuals/Fucking Vanillas” - Anybody that does like sex, but approaches it with a normal viewpoint, basically. Those are his exact sentiments.
- His “fits”
-Close-minded individuals
-Ants
-Age restrictions
History: Akira was born to a loving mother and father, the second child and the only boy. A year later, the parents had another child, a girl, thus sandwiching Akira between two females in age. He grew up normally enough. Bright, cheery. His parents were very laid back in regards to gender, so, despite the fact that he wasn't the most masculine, they never tried to change him. He picked up a number of mannerisms from watching his older sister, giving him a flighty, androgynous image that he never bothered to drop as he grew older.
And then he got his own computer and access to the internet. And that changes people. Expands their horizons, and all that. Curiosity led to discovery, which led to research, which led to development of interests. Before long, he was in so deep that it really could not be considered “healthy” anymore. He became desensitized to the things that high schoolers typically cheered for- pantyshots and the like. That stuff? All vanilla. He was more a chocolate-fan than vanilla. More body. Less. . . pure.
Of course, he managed to hide his interests, and his search habits online, by a number of routines he went through. He was always pretty intelligent. Finding a tutorial or two on “safe browsing” was no big deal for him, and it wasn't like he did anything inherently illegal. Besides looking at that stuff in his youth, anyway. But that would fall on his parents rather than himself.
Partially an extension of those interests, and something of a part of his exertion of his own identity, he began to monitor his diet, eating in a way that would maintain his androgynous figure. It was around that time that he began to crossdress every now and then. When he was finally found out, there was a mild upset, but the parents grudgingly accepted it. The older sister thought he was weird. His younger sister didn't care either way- “Onii-chan is Onii-chan” she had said at the time.
Generally, he kept the habit in a way that his peers did not discover it. It was not out of fear of judgment, or even the inevitable persecution, but simply that he wanted to maintain a normal lifestyle at school. Nothing really changed about that. He remained undiscovered up until their eventual departure from their motherland- from Japan. See, the whole reason for that was money. That is, a promotion. The promotion being for the father, as the mother was more of a homemaker.
And things were fine. The entire family moved to Mosaic City. For the most part, the family knew English, so the transition was fairly painless. Outside of learning new places and faces, all seemed to be well. Time passed. They acclimated. And then? The city was cut off. Forget the fact that nobody could leave the city. Akira quickly noticed something exceedingly odd about the whole ordeal. State of the art city? Why the hell could he not access anything outside of the city borders?
His favorite niche porn site would no longer load!
More seriously, he noticed the cutoff sooner than the news reports had occurred. And he was curious. It had taken a while, but he and his younger sister- though it appeared to be a pair of lovely ladies on that particular day- had been observing the area outside the ring by means of binoculars from various rooftops. The closer they got to the border, though, the hazier their memories became- until the strikingly vivid memory of running for their lives occurred. Life or death situations tend to stick in one's mind, after all.
They were chased by something.
The sky was a sickeningly odd shade of purple.
They were in no danger of poison, or hazardous materials. Not unless the things chasing them were BOWs. Regardless, there was little to consider when his sister tripped and fell. No time to plan, no time to think, no time to do anything but act. He whirled and dashed, jumping over her prone body, and cross-countered a blow from the strange black. . . thing. There was a face- a mask, rather- that gazed at him, even as his knuckles collided with it. He didn't know if it did anything to hurt it, but it did cause the thing to back away slightly.
What followed was a rather lackluster fight. Evasive maneuvers left the crossdresser unable to strike back- it was simply too dangerous with something that wasn't human. At the very least, his sister was safe- until he died, at least. An opening never did present itself. He wanted to kill it- be done with it. He needed to kill it. He had a number of thoughts going through his head. But one finally struck through, like a singular chord of an instrument ripping through the silence.
And the boy embraced victory. He embraced his power. Thinking back on it, the flames that appeared were nothing amazing, but, at the time, they were the dazzling flames of the heavens, sent down to purge the world of monsters. The beast died, and, in its place, a small cloaked figure stretched before looking out into the distance- more were coming. The boy readied himself. But he wasn't alone. It wasn't just him and the little cloak-thing that saved him. By his side, his sister struggled to stand. And, before her, another entity, one not entirely human, stood at the ready. They had stood at two. Then they were at four.
They escaped with their lives. And the majority of their clothes. A few rips here and there, but everything was otherwise okay. It took time, but the two discussed things and arranged their knowledge. They kept it to themselves, as well, out of concern for safety. Their priorities at that point included information gathering and determining exactly what they were dealing with outside of the “safe zone”. Among other things. All in all, they had their work cut out for them.
But that was fine. All in the name of porn. And freedom.
OOC Name: Eri.
Persona: Imp
Appearance: Imp is a simple beast. With pale, grayish skin and long, thin appendages, it looks more like a shriveled, old midget than a monster. If measured while standing fully erect, it might reach something around thirty inches. Though it is a beast, it is not one that is entirely uncultured. This is revealed by the fact that it is clothed, wearing tattered pants and a traveler's coat. By no means is it impressive looking. If anything, it looks fragile- weak.
Persona Lore: Imps have been found in many different myths, though not necessarily by that name. Typically regarded as low-level monsters, demons, or just sprites, Imps are usually considered tricksters and tempters. They're usually benign, posing little threat beyond tricking children and the naïve.
Skills:
-Agi
-Skewer
-Patra
Strengths and Weaknesses: Resists Fire, Weak to Ice
Age: Seventeen
Date of Birth: March 13th
Birthplace: Aoyama, Tokyo; Japan
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Face Claim: Kirito – Sword Art Online; Gun Gale Online Arc
Appearance:
Height: 5'1
Distinguishing Features: (If you chose to simply post a picture for Appearance, then list anything that isn't shown in the picture here. Things like scars or piercings. If you typed out a full description, then feel free to skip this one.)
Class: Personie User
Arcana: The Tower
Occupation: Student council president. High school level, of course.
Weapons and Proficiencies (Optional): Akira is fairly fit due to routine exercise. Because of this, he has plenty of endurance. What he lacks is muscle mass for power outfit. What he lacks in direct strength, though, he makes up for with that endurance and with his brain. He's dabbled in Karate, Judo, and Tae Kwon Do. He never got too far in any, but he knows the basics of these styles, as well as a few he's watched documentaries on. So, while he doesn't carry a weapon, his body can be considered a weapon.
A lack of strength is nothing in a fight, after all. With enough skill and persistence, even the mightiest foes can fall, right? Using his body, he can inflict strike damage.
Personality: Akira is a fairly simple person to understand on the surface. He has a moral code, the courage and will to adhere to and act upon it, and the patience to cooperate and compromise with others when an immediate solution is not available. He's very open to others, willing to include others in social gatherings, and has a natural sort of charisma because of his warm outer self.
It's no secret, though, that he can be highly vindictive. He's forgiving of those that are truly repentant, but those that cry crocodile tears, or those that repeat the offense without any care or hesitation get exposed to a devil. Once he's on the offensive, he can be cruel and heartless, not letting up until just desserts are served. And eaten. Other than that, he can be somewhat impulsive, and, at other times, overly meticulous to the point of obsessiveness.
But his biggest vice is one of the Seven Sins. Lust. Perversion. He's beyond what the ordinary high school boy would be like. Panties? Nice, sure. “Accidental” grope? Formulaic execution. No, these things are just slight amusements. Akira delights in forbidden, obscure, or otherwise strange perversions. But nobody would think that, seeing his face. Nobody would expect that, given his cheery and warm personality. After all, someone that open-minded and accepting of others must be a good person, right? There's no way he's imagining you in some risque situation with accessories you'd never think of touching, right?
Sure, keep thinking that.
Likes:
+Numerous fetishes
+Playing the part of the straight man
+Fizzy drinks
+Crossdressing (On occasion)
+His family
Dislikes:
- “Fucking Casuals/Fucking Vanillas” - Anybody that does like sex, but approaches it with a normal viewpoint, basically. Those are his exact sentiments.
- His “fits”
-Close-minded individuals
-Ants
-Age restrictions
History: Akira was born to a loving mother and father, the second child and the only boy. A year later, the parents had another child, a girl, thus sandwiching Akira between two females in age. He grew up normally enough. Bright, cheery. His parents were very laid back in regards to gender, so, despite the fact that he wasn't the most masculine, they never tried to change him. He picked up a number of mannerisms from watching his older sister, giving him a flighty, androgynous image that he never bothered to drop as he grew older.
And then he got his own computer and access to the internet. And that changes people. Expands their horizons, and all that. Curiosity led to discovery, which led to research, which led to development of interests. Before long, he was in so deep that it really could not be considered “healthy” anymore. He became desensitized to the things that high schoolers typically cheered for- pantyshots and the like. That stuff? All vanilla. He was more a chocolate-fan than vanilla. More body. Less. . . pure.
Of course, he managed to hide his interests, and his search habits online, by a number of routines he went through. He was always pretty intelligent. Finding a tutorial or two on “safe browsing” was no big deal for him, and it wasn't like he did anything inherently illegal. Besides looking at that stuff in his youth, anyway. But that would fall on his parents rather than himself.
Partially an extension of those interests, and something of a part of his exertion of his own identity, he began to monitor his diet, eating in a way that would maintain his androgynous figure. It was around that time that he began to crossdress every now and then. When he was finally found out, there was a mild upset, but the parents grudgingly accepted it. The older sister thought he was weird. His younger sister didn't care either way- “Onii-chan is Onii-chan” she had said at the time.
Generally, he kept the habit in a way that his peers did not discover it. It was not out of fear of judgment, or even the inevitable persecution, but simply that he wanted to maintain a normal lifestyle at school. Nothing really changed about that. He remained undiscovered up until their eventual departure from their motherland- from Japan. See, the whole reason for that was money. That is, a promotion. The promotion being for the father, as the mother was more of a homemaker.
And things were fine. The entire family moved to Mosaic City. For the most part, the family knew English, so the transition was fairly painless. Outside of learning new places and faces, all seemed to be well. Time passed. They acclimated. And then? The city was cut off. Forget the fact that nobody could leave the city. Akira quickly noticed something exceedingly odd about the whole ordeal. State of the art city? Why the hell could he not access anything outside of the city borders?
His favorite niche porn site would no longer load!
More seriously, he noticed the cutoff sooner than the news reports had occurred. And he was curious. It had taken a while, but he and his younger sister- though it appeared to be a pair of lovely ladies on that particular day- had been observing the area outside the ring by means of binoculars from various rooftops. The closer they got to the border, though, the hazier their memories became- until the strikingly vivid memory of running for their lives occurred. Life or death situations tend to stick in one's mind, after all.
They were chased by something.
The sky was a sickeningly odd shade of purple.
They were in no danger of poison, or hazardous materials. Not unless the things chasing them were BOWs. Regardless, there was little to consider when his sister tripped and fell. No time to plan, no time to think, no time to do anything but act. He whirled and dashed, jumping over her prone body, and cross-countered a blow from the strange black. . . thing. There was a face- a mask, rather- that gazed at him, even as his knuckles collided with it. He didn't know if it did anything to hurt it, but it did cause the thing to back away slightly.
What followed was a rather lackluster fight. Evasive maneuvers left the crossdresser unable to strike back- it was simply too dangerous with something that wasn't human. At the very least, his sister was safe- until he died, at least. An opening never did present itself. He wanted to kill it- be done with it. He needed to kill it. He had a number of thoughts going through his head. But one finally struck through, like a singular chord of an instrument ripping through the silence.
And the boy embraced victory. He embraced his power. Thinking back on it, the flames that appeared were nothing amazing, but, at the time, they were the dazzling flames of the heavens, sent down to purge the world of monsters. The beast died, and, in its place, a small cloaked figure stretched before looking out into the distance- more were coming. The boy readied himself. But he wasn't alone. It wasn't just him and the little cloak-thing that saved him. By his side, his sister struggled to stand. And, before her, another entity, one not entirely human, stood at the ready. They had stood at two. Then they were at four.
They escaped with their lives. And the majority of their clothes. A few rips here and there, but everything was otherwise okay. It took time, but the two discussed things and arranged their knowledge. They kept it to themselves, as well, out of concern for safety. Their priorities at that point included information gathering and determining exactly what they were dealing with outside of the “safe zone”. Among other things. All in all, they had their work cut out for them.
But that was fine. All in the name of porn. And freedom.
OOC Name: Eri.
Persona: Imp
Appearance: Imp is a simple beast. With pale, grayish skin and long, thin appendages, it looks more like a shriveled, old midget than a monster. If measured while standing fully erect, it might reach something around thirty inches. Though it is a beast, it is not one that is entirely uncultured. This is revealed by the fact that it is clothed, wearing tattered pants and a traveler's coat. By no means is it impressive looking. If anything, it looks fragile- weak.
Persona Lore: Imps have been found in many different myths, though not necessarily by that name. Typically regarded as low-level monsters, demons, or just sprites, Imps are usually considered tricksters and tempters. They're usually benign, posing little threat beyond tricking children and the naïve.
Skills:
-Agi
-Skewer
-Patra
Strengths and Weaknesses: Resists Fire, Weak to Ice
